And I thought I was the only one!
Did this last year in dead of winter. Stood out in the cold shouting for what seemed like forever hoping my husband or son would hear me. But noooo, they were in the warm house getting ready to eat pizza and watching TV. When I finally decided they were not coming I crawled thru the poop door and into the lot undoing a temporary fence devideing the lot before I could get out. When I finally arrived at the back door with poop on my knees and back I was hopping mad. My husband is staring at me like a deer in headlights, I am screaming at him " How long does one have to be missing for you to come look for them!" He says " When you go out to see those chickens I never know how long you will stay". He doe's have a point. Now he will stick his head out the door and give me a shout out if I am gone awhile!!